FIORELLA’S POV
I ran down the street, my heart dropping into my stomach.
But when I glanced back at Mr. Ghost, he wasn’t chasing me.
He stood there, his hands still in his pockets and his posture unbothered.
I dialed Gabrielle’s number and pressed my phone to my ear, still running like the devil was on my heels.
It went straight to voicemail.
I hung up, swearing under my breath as I dialed the emergency number next.
It rang for a few seconds before a voice came through.
“Emergenza. Qual è la sua emergenza?”
I glanced back once more.
To my shock, the tall figure had already closed half the distance between us, and he still wasn’t running.
My heart fell.
With a loud shriek, I moved faster towards the trees at the back of the houses.
My phone slipped out of my hold but
